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[Osira Perris]

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The speeder’s repulsors purred to a stop on the pad of the Estate, a little more aggressively than necessary. The sound of clunking and something clearly breaking followed the power down as it settled slowly down to the ground. Osira Perris, a bundle of colour stained hair and large sunglasses swung a leg out, then the rest of her followed. Her boots; black Corellian flight boots hitting Naboo soil with the kind of confidence that said she didn’t give a damn whose palace this was. Her jacket was slung over one shoulder, the white tank top visible beneath, a pilot’s patch was still half-torn from her chest, clearly having not had the time, or want to fix it just yet. Something metallic and possibly liquid clinked and sloshed from somewhere inside her satchel, tucked in between ration bars and a crumpled datapad as she pulled it out of the speeder and over her shoulder.

She gave the sprawling estate a once-over and let out a low whistle.
“Damn girl. Doing alright for herself ain’t she. There ain’t no way Rik hitting this.”

The gossip rag folded in her pocket still bore the headline she’d stared at three times on the flight over. A name she knew too well. A story she wasn’t sure she wanted to believe. Her brother, and possibly a kid? She hadn’t been able to shake the itch since. And Osira Perris wasn’t the type to leave an itch unscratched. She had to know.

Still, she wouldn’t say she was hungry? Peckish maybe, so answers could wait until after snacks. She wasn’t above raiding a pantry if it came to that.

Marching up to the doors, Osira muttered to herself,
“Find out the truth, grab something edible, try not to start a fight. Easy day.”

The last thing she did before knocking was roll her shoulders loose, the way she always did before a sortie. Pilot, soldier, little sister; she’d wear all the roles at once if she had to.

And if Lossa Aureus thought she was going to intimidate her with…well being damn Lossa Aureus? Well. Osira Perris was ready to grin, drink, and cuss her way right through it.

Lossa Aureus​

 

[Lossa Aureus]

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Her parents being graced with their grandchild's attention was an opportunity they pounced on. An unforgiving glare leveled at her father as Lossa's mother assured her they would be fine.

Not daring to fracture the tentative peace that had formed because of Zeriana between them.

They would be back for lunch, and Lossa had found herself too anxious to do much properly after they had left for the morning. Her foot bouncing too much on the ground attempting to look over paperwork. Her attention shifting to other things while she finished preparing lunch.

Instead focusing on something she could manage.

Switching from the favored robes to something more appropriate for the heavy lifting she had in mind as the knock resounded. Pulling her from her plan with a few seconds of blinking before checking the time. Worry setting in at the realization that it was a tad too early for them to be back just yet as she rushed to the front door without tying her hair.

The front door ripped open with a sharp swing as Lossa, wide eyed and ready to yell, was greeted by entirely unexpected company. It didn't stop the prepared words entirely however.

"I warne–" Falling silent at the woman before her. Blinking once more as she leaned out and looked around until she leaned in the doorway.

"Sorry. Uh. High. I–can I help you?" Confused since she wasn't expecting anyone.

Osira Perris​

 

[Osira Perris]

Osira had been braced for a lot of things on the other side of that door; glares, guards, maybe even some noble attitude about “appointments.” What she wasn’t expecting was Lossa Aureus looking like she’d just lost a fight with her own hair and about half her patience.

Her grin was instant, wide and unbothered, dark lenses flashing in the Naboo sun as she tipped her head.
“Well hi to you too, sunshine. Figured I’d drop in on the Aureus estate, see what all the fuss was about. Real fancy spread you’ve got here.”

She hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the speeder, which still hissed faintly like it was offended by how she’d landed it.
“Don’t worry, I parked carefully…” The speeder dropped a part loudly almost as if it was listening. The metal clanging and then rolling. “Well. Careful enough. Probably.”

Then she leaned in a little, lowering her sunglasses just enough to give Lossa a look over the rim, her face mixed with part amusement, part challenge.
“So. You gonna invite me in, or family have to stand out on the door step? I’d appreciate if I could just head straight to the kitchen? I skipped breakfast and I’m about two minutes from chewing on a datapad.”

Her voice dipped into mock innocence, though the sharpness underneath was deliberate.
“Oh yeah, probably don’t recognise me. Osira. I have a few questions about my brother. Y’know. Small talk.” She punted the gossip column forward into Lossa’s chest. “I’ve heard he’s been a bad, bad boy.”

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[Lossa Aureus]

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Her brain lagged at the informal greeting.

The society around Naboo of late having steeped her in too much formality. Her usual whip crack replies far from her mind as she processed what all had been said.

The gesture to the speeder earning a raised brow as a part fell off. Eyes drawn back to the woman at the mention of family. Already scrolling through the exhaustive mental list until the gossip column was shoved at her.

Catching it and unfolding it only to realize what the newcomer meant by family.

Surprise, embarrassment, anger, and confusion mixing together as she crumpled the gossip column in her hand. "Aha. Family. Come in, as a guest. Uh. That's a bit strong given your brother–"

Her lips shut tight as she stepped aside while trying to think on how to phrase something without sinking herself. Any kind of response really.

"I don't know that your brother even likes me."

Sure, Zeriana enjoyed his company. And Lossa by extension naturally did as well. And they had some history.

But her foolish callout to the Pit came to mind, marring the feeling.

Her body on autopilot as she pointed towards the kitchen and closed the door with a final glance at the craft in the drive. Brain still reeling from the assumptions that had been made without subtlety. Or was she imagining them? Family?

The only question that came to mind as they entered the kitchen blurted once they had settled in the room.

"Whadyamean family?" She finally blurted, letting Osira go through the pantry while keeping her out of the prepared lunch in the oven.

Crossing her arms with a curious stare.

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[Osira Perris]

Osira had already half her torso buried in the pantry, rattling jars and clanking bottles as though she owned the place. Her voice floated out muffled between bites of something she’d clearly found on instinct alone.

“Mm? Oh, this is good; what is this, candied meiloorun? Naboo’s wasted on people who don’t appreciate snacks like this.”

She emerged with a bag in hand, sunglasses pushed up into the messy streaks of her hair. Turning, she popped another piece into her mouth and started walking a lazy circuit of the kitchen like she was on a guided tour of a new palace. Fingers brushed along marble counters, she nudged a fruit bowl with her elbow just to see if it wobbled, and even opened one of the pristine cupboards just to peek in.

“You know exactly what I mean.” The smirk was there, sharp and playful all at once, when it was noticeable between her mouth being full of candied fruit. She tapped the crumpled gossip rag. “This little article says my brother’s been getting very friendly around here. Maybe too friendly. And…” she wagged a finger at Lossa with mock gravity, “...there’s a kid in the picture. Cute one too, by the looks.”

Osira leaned against the kitchen island for a second, then pushed off to snag a glass from the counter like it belonged to her. She poured herself water without asking, downed half of it, then shrugged as if she’d just finished a workout.

“So. I figured I’d come ask straight from the source: am I supposed to be buying birthday gifts soon, or is this all hot air?”

She tossed a meiloorun chunk in the air, caught it in her without looking, and added, almost as an afterthought,
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to judge. Just here for the truth.” She gave Lossa a quizzical look that lasted about as long as Osira’s attention span. “You actually have no idea who I am do you? Did he not even once mention me? Bastard.” She gave the look of proper offence towards the far wall.

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